Kourt Jester, Flatline, Twisted Insane - Step Right Up lyrics

Yo we got Kourt Jester AKA MCKJ
Flatline of Kamp Crystal Lake
And the one and only
Twisted Insane muthafucka
You step right up to this ring
You ain't gonna like what's
Gonna happen bitch!

Spit this ignorant arithmetic, Dolph
Ziggler with a BIC, i'm flippin shit
Never heard'a, no murderer
Who spit's 16 as cold as this
Decapitate your associates
Other rappers ain't holiest
They can never develop
They musta sewed they Fallopians
These holy hit's I be kickin
They shouldve been stitched in enscriptures
Stick my dick inside your mouth and
Get it mixed witcha liquids
But each word that the kid be rippin'
Makes you shocked and visibly smitten
Say that Kourt Jester be sinnin'
But God has said he's forgiven
Step right up to the ring, or the plate
Or whatever the fuck youre choosing
That shit ain't gonna matter cause
Against these Killaz youre losin'
Next generation of rap
But, I'm reppin' the Golden Age
That's why I'm somethin like royalty
When I step on that stage
Flatline, MCKJ and that boy Twisted Insane
Pick your poison muthafucka
We inflictin' the pain
The churches all fear us, we're demons
We sick in the brain
Step right up to the ring
It's like arsenic in your veins muthafucka!

Step right up, come one come two!
Hating on the style, well then, fuck you
Step right up, come one come all
3 slither spitters spittin' venom at y'all
Step right up, come one come two!
Hating on the style, well then, fuck you!
Step right up, come one come all
The greatest show on Earth
But for you it's curtain call!

Hitting you like some crystal meth
I'll give you rotted flesh
Rigor Flatline Mortis, Master of Macabre
The pistol brings you death
I'll lock you in my trunk
Escape? I hit you with the heater
Bodybaggin' up all the body parts
When I hit ya with the meat cleaver
And dumpin' 'em into lake Erie
I'll make the snakes fear me
Tellin' your grandma her grandbaby's
Dead and shit, now she remains teary
You talk shit but your
Flows are fuckin' so-so
Give me about ten seconds 'fore I snap
And then go postal
I hit 'em up when I slit 'em up
With the machete swing it wreckless
Turn your endtrails into jewelery
Like a necklace pay the pied piper
Crashin' down like crumbled buildin's
Killin' off the wack rappers of the world
Then kidnappin' your children (Haha)
It's not a battle rap
I swing a fuckin' battle axe
Step right up to this and turn the
Rumors of your death to facts
Got a mask on, then I blast on
Hourglass and the sands gone
Starin' up at the roof of the church
Your family sings a sad song

Step right up, come one come two!
Hating on the style, well then, fuck you
Step right up, come one come all
3 slither spitters spittin' venom at y'all
Step right up, come one come two!
Hating on the style, well then, fuck you!
Step right up, come one come all
The greatest show on Earth
But for you it's curtain call!

Step right up to the plate
I'm murderin' niggas with passion
Blood stains, fuck 'em up
'till the slugs came
What the fuck is you askin'?
Make my escape in the night
I could've been off in the music
If I were to lose it, you would
Get murdered, and pull a machete
Instead he finna use it
I'm finna have to get in 'em
When I spit venom like a cobra
If you would hit this lick
Wonder what you get, then it's over
I hit 'em with a little bit of black magic
Like a crack addict off of COCAINE
If you wanna feel that right there
Step up, get dapped up, and feel NO PAIN
I make that muthafucka do backflips
In his DRAWERS WITH
Daddy lookin' at him, baby lookin' at
Him, Mama lookin' at him, aW SHIT
Step up and get pushed back
We don't play that, I don't hear you
It takes everything for me to not kill
You every time I'm near you
I cut them all up on YouTube
Pick up all the pieces
Put 'em in a trash bag
No sympathy for you muthafuckas
Just another sucka I'ma laugh at
I don't really give a, he
Don't really give a
She don't really give a MAD FUCK
Step right up to the plate and you will
Get hit with some of that BAD LUCK